All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.

If wine were to disappear from human production, I believe it would cause an absence, a failure in health and intellect, a void much more terrifying than all the recesses and the deviations for which wine is regarded as responsible.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).